Wow..what a writing slump I’m in!
I’ve tried to scribble a few things together over the past few days but then decide its all redundant tripe or just plain crapola..so I give it up… hoping that something better pops into my head or in the headlines that’s worth a comment or two here.
But lately..nothing.
I think the main problem is that my whole life has been in a bit of a slump.
Oh, things are fine with Linda and me, thank God, but I’m mad at myself for not following through on a promise to lose weight before our Holiday Vacations Railroading in the Rockies tour in early September. Just over a month to go and the only chance I have at making my goal is to have a leg surgically removed.
I don’t know if there’s a connection, but my golf game..which has never been anything to write home about, has suddenly become as disappointing as my ability to say no to a black raspberry shake from the B&G Milky Way.
There are other things too: a daughter who’s separated from her husband after nearly 25 years of marriage.
Family members and friends with some serious health issues.
The nagging doubts about salvation that I still can’t shake despite assurances received in church each Sunday that my sinful ways are forgiven and my ticket to heaven is still punched and valid despite any misgivings.
I guess there are some things beyond our control that we just have to accept and live with.
For instance, I have a favorite cousin who hasn’t spoken to me since February because I’m sure he and his family blame me for his getting laid off over a blog I wrote in which I relayed some of the humorous things he had been telling me about his job.
I pulled the blog as soon as he called to let me know that his bosses didn’t find it funny.
I thought that was the end of it but a few months later, my cousin joined the ranks of the unemployed and, I guess it’s my fault.
Anyway, I don’t know of any way to make that situation right again.
Sorry to lay this on you.I think I’ll ask the doctor if he’ll up my dosage of Prozac. That might help snap me out of this funk.
Oh wait..my doctor’s name IS “Funk.”Now that’s depressing.